ex jungle massive

in single file, walking calmly. thin creatures glide through giant fat pins pointing at the sky. their clothes are tight, they wear glasses and work long hours. the traffic jam is quiet, everyone inside their ice boxes, happily protected from the equator. transient homes. each morsel is carefully eradicated most of the time with a cooling trip to the muscle stretching room on 6th floor. a slice of heaven, gone. still, blank faces. genetic freaks these! a cunning metabolic rate even. ageless, simply priceless. your foot swells and veins bulge. somehow freakles appear, and lines too. hideous. limb by limb torn apart. waste carefully out of sight. sleepless night. flying ants as friends. silent escalators, primary coloured letters. smells of plastic and french fries. occasionally MSG. empty glass, bikini body, empty empty.